Here's a secret letter to a player. (Caption) To the player, I'm trembling. You've dismantled my recent past. Travelling back in time sends shivers to my organs. I dread that my cloths will come undone. That's why I'm clad in 3 layers of robes. I'm robbed of all the short-term pleasures I've been embracing secretly. Fortunately. It was around 11:30 p.m, I received a text from you when I was preparing for my examinations. You must've known, that I 'had' a crush on you. My online crush. I veiled the mobile behind my stole and reverted back. Our cute and sweet talks drifted off and we pottered into adult-talks. You gradually made me fall in your line. There were messages with terms like - hugs, kisses, love, relationships, boyfriends, girlfriends and things like that. I used to feel like someone tickled the insides of my stomach. I worried that it could be a bad omen. And it was. Obviously. Days were like this: I'd wait for our late night conversations. It was always you who bade bye. During days I'd send you my pictures. I'd spend hours to hide my unattractive face in it. Just to get compliments from you. As time passed, I grew inferior, hating my own features that God endowed me with. Still, I'm fighting it. These affected my routine. Your presence interrupted very often. Your absence was dreadful, then.
